Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.